This Righteous Reign

Written by: Mark Pringle

There is a place where deserts bloom and loving is the law
Where miracles are commonplace and sorrows come to fall

When desires flower amidst the fields of singing lily throngs
And sin, with its razors edge, is a foregone ancient song

It is a place by streams of life, where marigolds do thrive
Where misty aqua canopies supply pleasures to our lives

Then luscious verve and greenery on mountaintops do grow
And pleasures we past put aside, no longer do forgo

Here, patchwork friendships sawn asunder are seamlessly re-sewn
And trees of men and sapling sons for times long lost atone

Oh, how I long for these dear times when nations breathe as one
When frozen tongues of languages have melted in the Son

No pain, no sickness, no sullen thoughts - no lurking death to fear
To see the work of one’s own hands, for all eternity to cheer

This passionate air, this prospect true, this paradise re-claim
Oh, how I strive to walk the path to see this righteous reign